Page 49 of Cursed Rage


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As if answering my plea, Griffin barreled through the door. “Yo, Cassian!” he shouted like a frat boy. “We were wondering if you wanted to play another round of beer pong.”

His eyes scanned over us, taking in the scene, and a smirk curled at the corner of his lips. “Never mind. Looks like you got your own game going on in here,” he chuckled.

“Griffin, wait!” I hopped off the table, sauntering over to him—and tripping a few times on the way. He watched with an amused smirk as I whined, “Cassian won’t have sex with me,” stomping my foot and pouting with my arms crossed like a child.

“What do you want me to do about it?” His tone held a teasing challenge as his arms opened, waiting for me.

I ran into them, nuzzling his chest. Snuggled against him, the most brilliant thought came to mind.

My heated make-out session with Griffin left Cassian watching from the sidelines. But I didn’t care. Griffin’s hands over my body felt amazing, touching and caressing. His lips pulled away from mine, and he yanked down the top of my bustier, running his tongue over my bare chest, sucking gently.

On instinct, I jerked the collar of Cassian’s shirt, demanding his mouth on mine. And he obliged, because he, too, was a good wolf. And my wolf was pleased to have so much attention from her mates. For the first time since I’d become a member of the supernatural world, I felt like a goddamn queen.

Cassian’s “over the clothes” rule was thrown out the window, and the way things were headed, we’d be going upstairs at any moment.

That was if Sam hadn’t interrupted us—the son of a bitch!

He strolled right into the meeting room, whistling away, completely unaware we were currently engaged in what was on its way to a threesome. “Oh, shit!” he cried out, turning abruptly when we jerked our heads to face him, my boob popped out and all.

And that was the moment that sobered me up.

With great haste, I pulled up my shirt and covered myself. But it wasn’t enough to shield me from the embarrassment of being seen with my buoy bobbing on the surface. So, I cowered behind my hands, my face burning and hot to the touch.

“Sorry, Cass—er, Alpha… Luna… Griffin…” Sam tried to keep his face straight, not laugh, but failed miserably. “I’ll let you guys get back to it,” he said between laughs, leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

Griffin scoffed playfully. “Well, I’m not in the mood anymore.”

Cassian glanced at the clock on the wall, straightening his shirt as he did. “It’s a good thing Sam interrupted. It’s already past 11. We need to start rounding up these drunk assholes for the change.”

Griffin nodded, scooting off the table. “Alright, but I need a minute first,” he said, glancing down at his pants.

Cassian’s face reddened as he realized he was in the same boat. “Good idea.” He looked away, not wanting to make eye contact with Griffin. But when he looked at me, his eyes flickered with lust, so he couldn’t look my way, either.

“You remember that old hag that used to live in that house by the lake?” Griffin asked, tapping his thumbs against the table.

Where did that come from?Cassian’s head whipped around, and he asked, “What in the hell does that have to do with anything?”

“Just figured it might help,” Griffin answered with a smile, his gaze motioning downward.

Cassian rolled his eyes. “Alright, I’m done waiting.” He gave me a kiss and said, “I’ll see you in the morning, Em.”

Griffin kissed me next, grabbing my chin with his thumb. “Later, Princess.” He nipped at my earlobe once before he turned away.

When would that jerk remember, it was Queen, not Princess. I rolled my eyes, a big smile plastered to my face. “Goodnight.”

Yeah, it would’ve been a good night, thank you, Sam.

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